Back Bench

Got fired from the newspaper

A million words trapped in print

You were looking for a way out

Life gave ya' a hint

Life gave ya' a hint

Breaking up with your best friend

Now you're alone on the weekend

Sun pours into your room

Creativity blooms

The genius can bloom

We're all capable of change

It's foreign and it's strange

The car, it died again

Just jump it and try again

Played baseball til' the arthritis came

Not for the stats, but the love of the game

Oh, the love of the game

Driving home to the house that you hate

Dinner for one, but you're missing a plate

Oh, you're missing a plate

We're all capable of change

It's foreign and it's strange

It's time to rearrange

We're all capable of change

Tomorrow, you'll be older